Ianto's Doctor
Title: Ianto's Doctor
Author: Me
Pairing: Jack/Ianto, Ianto/Owen, Jack/Ten
Rating: Adult themes
Spoilers: End of Days, Uptopia
Summary: If Jack can have his Doctor, so can Ianto.
Warning: Self-harm, swearing
A/N: Yeah, feelings a bit dark.
"Owen." Ianto voice rasped down the end of the phone.
"Ianto, mate, it's 2.30 in the morning, what do you want?"
"It won't stop." Ianto looked around him in the darkness, only the streetlight's glow around him.
"What won't stop? If you're winding me up tea-boy I'm gona take away your coffe filters."
"It hasn't stopped. Please help." It wasn't often Ianto begged, but this time he ignored all the snide comments from Owen, he didn't have the energy left in him.
"Ianto, what have you done?" Owen finally started to sound worried.
"Help me, Owen." Ianto broke down, he dropped the phone and sank into the bed, deeper under his duvet.
"Ianto? Ianto answer me! Shit! Right I'm on my way." a dial tone sounded.
Ianto could heard it, piercing his ears, but he couldn't move, he could hardly breathe.
He just sat there and waited for his Doctor. While Jack was off finding his own.
Minutes ticked past, it felt like infinity before Ianto heard a faint clank of keys in the lock.
Owen pushed open the door and looked around him, Ianto's place was bigger than he's thought, just as clean though.
All the lights were off, he called Ianto's name once, twice. A muffled reply came from the bedroom.
"Ianto?" Owen slowly made him way into the bedroom. Spotting a lump under the duvet of the double bed he moved slowly towards it.
A shimmer of something silve caught his eye as he walked closer, a blade, a wet looking blade.
"Ianto?" he questioned again, moving close to Ianto, clicking on the lamp beside him, nothing could have prepared him for the sight he saw.
Ianto was curled in a ball in the middle of the bed, a white cover over him apart from his right arm which hung out.
The bedding was swirled with red patches, all leading from that arm, which was covered in hardening blood.
"Fuck." Owen murmured, looking over Ianto.
"Jack?" Ianto questioned, stirring slightly, squinting at the light behind Owen.
"No, it's Owen. You phoned me remember?"
"Owen."
"The one and only." He tryed to lighten the mood, even if it didn't eactly work, the smile dropped back off his face and looked at Ianto's arm.
"My arm. It hurts."
"It would do, you bloody sliced it open." Owen pulled at Ianto's side, turning him over to face him.
"I want Jack." Ianto pulled his arm away, hissing slightly at the sensation.
"Not until that's cleaned up. Got any cotton wool? Anything that clean wounds?" Owen questioned, looking at the surfaces around the room.
"Bathroom. I want Jack to come back to me. He's never going to want me now."
Owen jogged to the bathroom, "we all want Jack back," he said to himself.
When Owen came back Ianto had recurled into his ball and was crying softly to himself.
"Ianto, come on, need you to sit up a minute."
Ianto did so, pushing himself up the bed with his good arm.
"Jack will never want me, he won't come back for me."
"You can't say that." Owen dapped the cuts on Ianto's arm with the cotten wool pads that he found in the bathroom. Ianto tryed to pull away a few times and stiffled many cries but once Owen had cleaned it best he could, Ianto faintly smiled.
Owen got up, "bandages?" he questioned at Ianto.
"Kitchen cupboard." Ianto said weakly, running his hand along the mattress where Owen had sat.
Once Ianto's arm was wrapped up safely, Owen got him out of the bed and sat him in the chair the far corner of his bedroom, he changed the sheets and changed Ianto's bed-shirt.
"Get back into bed. And don't do anything else stupid." Owen said once Ianto had resumed him ball in the freshly made bed.
"Will Jack ever come back?" Ianto muffled into the pillow.
"I don't know. He's our captain, we need him. He should come back."
"You miss him too don't you?"
Owen looked away, Ianto was right, "yes."
"Stay." Ianto said, slipping his arm out of the cover and onto Owen's.
"You sure?"
"Please."
If Jack could have his Doctor, Ianto wanted his.
Author: Me
Pairing: Jack/Ianto, Ianto/Owen, Jack/Ten
Rating: Adult themes
Spoilers: End of Days, Uptopia
Summary: If Jack can have his Doctor, so can Ianto.
Warning: Self-harm, swearing
A/N: Yeah, feelings a bit dark.
"Owen." Ianto voice rasped down the end of the phone.
"Ianto, mate, it's 2.30 in the morning, what do you want?"
"It won't stop." Ianto looked around him in the darkness, only the streetlight's glow around him.
"What won't stop? If you're winding me up tea-boy I'm gona take away your coffe filters."
"It hasn't stopped. Please help." It wasn't often Ianto begged, but this time he ignored all the snide comments from Owen, he didn't have the energy left in him.
"Ianto, what have you done?" Owen finally started to sound worried.
"Help me, Owen." Ianto broke down, he dropped the phone and sank into the bed, deeper under his duvet.
"Ianto? Ianto answer me! Shit! Right I'm on my way." a dial tone sounded.
Ianto could heard it, piercing his ears, but he couldn't move, he could hardly breathe.
He just sat there and waited for his Doctor. While Jack was off finding his own.
Minutes ticked past, it felt like infinity before Ianto heard a faint clank of keys in the lock.
Owen pushed open the door and looked around him, Ianto's place was bigger than he's thought, just as clean though.
All the lights were off, he called Ianto's name once, twice. A muffled reply came from the bedroom.
"Ianto?" Owen slowly made him way into the bedroom. Spotting a lump under the duvet of the double bed he moved slowly towards it.
A shimmer of something silve caught his eye as he walked closer, a blade, a wet looking blade.
"Ianto?" he questioned again, moving close to Ianto, clicking on the lamp beside him, nothing could have prepared him for the sight he saw.
Ianto was curled in a ball in the middle of the bed, a white cover over him apart from his right arm which hung out.
The bedding was swirled with red patches, all leading from that arm, which was covered in hardening blood.
"Fuck." Owen murmured, looking over Ianto.
"Jack?" Ianto questioned, stirring slightly, squinting at the light behind Owen.
"No, it's Owen. You phoned me remember?"
"Owen."
"The one and only." He tryed to lighten the mood, even if it didn't eactly work, the smile dropped back off his face and looked at Ianto's arm.
"My arm. It hurts."
"It would do, you bloody sliced it open." Owen pulled at Ianto's side, turning him over to face him.
"I want Jack." Ianto pulled his arm away, hissing slightly at the sensation.
"Not until that's cleaned up. Got any cotton wool? Anything that clean wounds?" Owen questioned, looking at the surfaces around the room.
"Bathroom. I want Jack to come back to me. He's never going to want me now."
Owen jogged to the bathroom, "we all want Jack back," he said to himself.
When Owen came back Ianto had recurled into his ball and was crying softly to himself.
"Ianto, come on, need you to sit up a minute."
Ianto did so, pushing himself up the bed with his good arm.
"Jack will never want me, he won't come back for me."
"You can't say that." Owen dapped the cuts on Ianto's arm with the cotten wool pads that he found in the bathroom. Ianto tryed to pull away a few times and stiffled many cries but once Owen had cleaned it best he could, Ianto faintly smiled.
Owen got up, "bandages?" he questioned at Ianto.
"Kitchen cupboard." Ianto said weakly, running his hand along the mattress where Owen had sat.
Once Ianto's arm was wrapped up safely, Owen got him out of the bed and sat him in the chair the far corner of his bedroom, he changed the sheets and changed Ianto's bed-shirt.
"Get back into bed. And don't do anything else stupid." Owen said once Ianto had resumed him ball in the freshly made bed.
"Will Jack ever come back?" Ianto muffled into the pillow.
"I don't know. He's our captain, we need him. He should come back."
"You miss him too don't you?"
Owen looked away, Ianto was right, "yes."
"Stay." Ianto said, slipping his arm out of the cover and onto Owen's.
"You sure?"
"Please."
If Jack could have his Doctor, Ianto wanted his.